Vigdis sitt vissvass: Going through changes

mandag 3. mars 2008

Going through changes

Jepp, ting forandres fremover nå, vet jeg...
Vil ikke si hva slags forandringer det er snakk om ennå, men det kommer. Jeg har ikke tenkt til å la dere leve i uvitenhet alt for lenge. Det er jo en del av dere som allerede vet hva som er i gjære da, men også en del som ikke vet noe. Sånn må det dessverre være :) Ja, jeg forskjellsbehandler vennene mine ;D hehe...

Jeg er fylt av en slags salig blanding av forventning, frustrasjon, glede, panikk og oppgitthet, og slik kommer det antakelig til å forbli en stund...
Mer kan jeg ikke si, og jeg vil ikke heller.

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(N) Mystic Wood's sa...: Jeg vet jeg vet...;)

Og jeg ønsker deg masse lykke til.
Håper det blir en super opplevelse.; 15. mars 2008 kl. 01:07

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I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasnt watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didnt realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
Gods still small voice came to me and said,

"While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You ll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."

By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found em, out by the tree.

I picked em because they´re pretty like you.
I knew you'd like them, especially the blue."

I said, "Son, I´m very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, thats okay.
I love you anyway."

I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

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mandag 3. mars 2008

Going through changes

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